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String Theory (2)

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"The String Theory suggests that we are all linked to those we love, regardless of physical distance or separation, by an intangible, yet powerful bond that is impossible to break."

Pairing - Dexter x Fem! OC

Plot - Dexter and Mary, although opposites in a lot of ways, find themselves almost tethered together. Regardless of the consequences, they are unable or unwilling to cut that string.

Trigger warnings - mental illness, talk of murder and I think that's it..?

a sense of calm and relief washes over Dexter as he drives home, nothing puts him in a better mood than a successful kill and now he gets to go home, spend a relaxing night with Mary and get a good night's sleep.

But when he opens the door to his apartment, his eyes find something that's quite the opposite of relaxing...His apartment looked like it had been ransacked, things thrown all over the place, his desk a mess of papers and the AC was missing the front panel.

Dexter's eyes widened as he came to the realization, the AC is missing the front panel.

she found his trophies.

This was worst case scenario, the woman he loved, finding out the truth about him. His mind raced as he thought of what she could possibly know, and if she had called the cops already. However, his panic was cut short by Mary's cold voice.

"So, where were you?" Her eyes bore into him with an anger he hasn't ever seen her have before, like she was holding back from strangling him.

Her eyes were bloodshot red, like she had been crying all night. Her hands held the box shakily, but her eyes stayed steady on him.

"I was at work...what happened here?" He slowly places his bag down as he slowly approaches the couch she's sitting on. His demeanor is calm, as usual. One thing about Dexter is he knew to always stay calm, as acting panicked would only fuel suspicion.

"No Dexter, you were not at work. I called Deb at the station."

Silence.

Mary never heard a silence so loud. She caught him in a lie, and now he had nothing to say?

Dexter tried to come up with something else to say, but he couldn't help but be distracted by the sight of his trophies sitting vulnerable in Mary's hands. All he wanted to do was get that box safely back behind the AC panel.

"It made me think, all those late nights at work...were those lies too?" Mary asked, a rhetorical question really, she knew in her heart the answer was yes. "I tried to think of why you would lie to me like that, but i could only come up with one answer. You're cheating on me." Her words came across careless, like she had already mourned the trust in their relationship.

"I'm not-"

"But imagine my surprise, after searching your apartment, I find absolutely zero proof of you cheating." she interrupts, "Instead, I find a box of blood slides hiding in your AC unit." she clears her throat, as if the next words to come out of her mouth got stuck, "Weirdly enough, it looks the same as those blood slides the Bay Harbor Butcher had...I saw it on the news." Setting the box on the table in front of them, she pushes them in directly in front of Dexter.

"Explain." She demands.

She needed to know, after all, there's really no rational explanation to having a box of blood slides hiding in your AC unit.

Dexters eyes fall down to the box, he runs his finger over the slides and lets out a deep, defeated sigh. His eyes meet Mary's, and all he can see is hurt and desperation on her face. He never wanted to hurt her or break her trust, but it was too late. She's already connected most of the dots, and if she were to talk to anybody about this it would definitely be over. He tried lying already, which clearly didn't work out, so why not try the truth?

"I kill people." He said bluntly, not looking away from the box of trophies. "I'm the bay harbor butcher."

Another deadly silence falls over the room.

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(Mary's POV)

Dexters words fall heavy into my ears, shaking my brain of any coherent thoughts. He has to be fucking with her, right? Theres no way her boyfriend is the fucking Bay Harbor Butcher.

Weirdly enough, this isn't the first time someone had made a confession like this to her. Of all my years spent as a defense lawyer, I've only met one murderer, and I found myself having a lot of sympathy for him. He had these uncontrollable urges, as he explained to me, an addiction to drugs that led to the killing of a drug dealer.

Now that I think about it, I can see some of those same qualities that man had in Dexter. Quiet, always in his head, and now, the lying. But I had watched the case on TV, and they found the bay harbor butcher and they had irrefutable evidence.

"James Doakes was the Bay Harbor Butcher." I replied. My words came out matter of fact sounding, though I did have some skeptism now that the same trophies were sitting in front of me. Was this some sort of sick prank?

"That's what I made everyone think. He was my coworker and he was getting too close; I had to do something." Dexter replies, closing the box and rising to his feet. "I didn't kill him though." He added.

I watched as he rose to his feet, walking over to the AC and carefully placed the wooden box back into its hiding spot, popping the front panel back into place as well.

"Dex, what the fuck are you talking about?"

I listened intently as Dexter explained his past to me. My anger slowly washing away as he speaks. I had known about his biological mother's death, a horrific murder not too different from my past with my father. The emptiness he felt, the urges that controlled him and the code he was taught, well that was all news to me. Anger boiled up inside me once more at the thought, how could a father teach murder 101 to his vulnerable and traumatized child? I had been lucky enough to be quickly put into therapy groups after my father's death, but Dexter, he only had Harry.

After Dexter got through telling me about everything, he finished with a deep sigh. I could see the fear in his eyes, fear that I would run away or maybe even report him to the police. Instead, I grabbed his hands, looking at him with gentle eyes, "I love you, Dex. We'll figure this out together."

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6 notes on that last one was 6 more than I expected so thanks for that! Again, I'm not really a writer, nor have I written any fanfic since like 13 years old so although the quality isn't great, I hope you enjoy the idea.

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string theory (intro)

"The String Theory suggests that we are all linked to those we love, regardless of physical distance or separation, by an intangible, yet powerful bond that is impossible to break."

Pairing - Dexter x Fem! OC

Plot - Dexter and Mary, although opposites in a lot of ways, find themselves almost tethered together. Regardless of the consequences, they are unable or unwilling to cut that string.

Trigger warnings - Violence, talk of suicide, mental illness

Dexter always thought of himself as emotionless, cold and empty. That's why he liked Mary. In a way, she was everything he's not. She's so full of emotions; it's enough for the both of them. She was empathetic to almost a fault, seeing good in everybody and everything, even if it hurt her in the process. When she's happy, which according to Dexter was most of the time, she was intensely happy.

They did have some things in common though, as Mary was born in blood just like Dexter.

When she was a young girl, about 3 years old, she had watched her father kill himself. Laura, her mother, was driven away by his alcoholism, but he never stopped begging her to come back. But if Laura wasn't going to take him back, what was the point? One night, he took his handgun out of the bedside table it called home, brought it up to his temple and pulled the trigger. blood and brain matter splattered over the wall, as well as all over 3-year-old Mary. She waited there, next to her dad for days until Mary's aunt came to pick them up for church, finding the horrific scene as she entered.

Mary was weirdly quick to open up to Dexter about this, making him open up to her about his past as well. He was fascinated by her opposite outcome; how did she end up so full of emotions while he was left so...empty. Either way, he felt like she understood him on a level nobody else did.

Their relationship quickly blossomed, and Mary found herself completely enthralled in Dexter. She was sort of obsessive in her love for Dexter, and although they hadn't said the words "i love you" yet, Mary felt it. So much so, she did everything she could to hide her darkness from him.

Her darkness would replace that intense happiness she carried with intense sadness, intense rage or both. Some days she felt she couldn't get out of bed, like she was trapped under the weight of her sorrow. Some days she would wake up and find everything is enraging her, causing her to lash out and sometimes break things. She would be filled with paranoia most days, but she had it under control, or at least she thought she did. But little does she know, Dexter is hiding his own darkness from her.

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(Written from Mary's POV)

As I finish up dinner, I see my phone buzzing on the counter.

1 new voicemail

"Hey! it'll be a late night at the station again, so don't wait up." Dexter's voice said through the phone.

Looking over at the dinner I had just cooked for him, I let out a long sigh. It would be wasted if he didn't eat it, given I'm not a meat eater myself, but maybe it would be nice if i brought it to him. I packaged it up, then grabbed my phone to call Dexter back and let him know i was on my way with his dinner.

ring..ring..ring..It's Dexter Morgan, leave a message... beep..

Voicemail? Really? I shook my head as I left a sweet message letting him know that I'm coming to see him.

These nights where he'd unexpectedly work late, made my thoughts go crazy. Is he drowning himself in work to avoid me? Is he even at work or is he somewhere else? is he seeing someone else? It's crazy, really, Dexter has never lied to me before, but my mind can't help but race.

I shook my paranoid thoughts away and tried to ignore them. As my hand reached for the door to leave, I hesitated. Maybe I should try calling Deb, I mean, I wouldn't want to barge in on any confidential meetings or whatever. I put my things down and dig through my purse to retrieve my phone once again.

The phone gives out 2 rings before Deb quickly picks up the phone. "hey Mary, everything alright?" Deb was always so sweet to me, and I could always count on her to answer the phone.

"yeah! everything is fine, I was just about to drive down to the station to drop off some dinner for Dexter, but I didn't know if I should call first, he didn't answer so I figured I'd call you." I nervously ramble into the phone, the paranoia still weighing on me.

"Dexter? He left like an hour ago, he's not back yet?"

my stomach dropped at Deb's words...he was lying..

I give a hurried reply, "oh, uh, probably just some errands or something but uh, thanks anyway!" hanging up before she has time to answer.

There it is...that darkness. As I feel the rage flow through my veins and start to boil my blood, I set my phone down. Deep breaths. in and out. just like I've practiced so many times before.

I'm going to freak the fuck out.

he's definitely with another woman, but i need to know who and i need proof.

Within the hour, I've successfully turned the whole apartment upside down, looking everywhere and anywhere to find a trace of this other woman. The only suspicious thing I found was a locked chest in his closet, I tried but couldn't break into it.

I find myself sitting on his couch, surrounded by the mess I've made. With my head in my hands, I make the decsion to call Dexter again, maybe its just a big misunderstanding?

Ring..Ring... "hey Mary, I'm just finishing up here, I'll be back soon" Dexter answers. His voice is so calm and nonchalant, im almost forgot he was lying. "Almost finished up with what?" I respond, trying to keep my voice just as casual.

"Just this big case we're working on, but I gotta go, bye."

and just like that, he hangs up.

Frustrated, I throw my phone against the wall, accidentally hitting the AC, causing the front panel to fall. fuck. I think to myself, making a mess is one thing but I'm not trying to break things...as i rush to put the AC back together...something catches my eye. a small, wooden box tucked neatly inside the AC.

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Hi guys!! This fandom is dead af so I needed to make some content of my own buttttt let me know if people like it because i may or may not keep going. I have not written anything like this since like, middle school so sorry if its trash lol